Our trip keeps going. We are at Varanasi, one of the 7 holy cities of Hinduism, located along the Ganges’ banks. We are heading to the old city.
No time to waste, we are off to the banks.
At first sight, there is nothing to mention, just few fishermen on their boat trying to catch the last living fish of the Ganges river.
More we are going up the river, more we realise that those banks are not just promenades. We are walking on a holy space where spirituality overtakes the modern world.
We are taking the ghats, those wide steps going down into the Ganges river that pilgrims used to purify themselves. The atmosphere is changing as the worship’s enthusiasm is growing.
We hear people singing, we are getting closer. The place is colorful. Women… only women, dressed up with their most beautiful saris, are here.
We are taken aback, like bewitched.
Baby’s cries take us back to normal.